‘T ain’t no sin to take off your skin, and dance around in your bones. — Tom Waits, from “T’aint No Sin (To Take Off Your Skin and Dance Around in Your Bones),” The Black Rider. Original Release Date: October 25, 1993. Island Records.
I throw out love like an anchor and wait where the long house lights of strangers tickle the river’s back … Isn’t it right to drag the rivers for the bodies not even the nets could catch? I won’t lie, I want you to lie with me on the tumbling surface of love. — Dave… Continue reading Dave Smith
My father was a deeply sentimental man. And like all sentimental men, he was also very cruel. — Ernest Hemingway
A child came up to me in the park and asked for a cigarette. Her eyes were startled cats, her voice, a chandelier. I don’t smoke, I said. She took a seat beside me on the bench, resting her head against my shoulder. Her hair smelled like an old dictionary cracked open after rain. I… Continue reading Rachel McKibbens
…After all, each story is a Rorschach Test, isn’t it? And if people find beasties and bedbugs in my ink-splotches, I cannot prevent it, can I? They will insist on seeing them, anyway, and that is their privilege. Still, I wish people, quasi-intellectuals, did not try so hard to find the man under the old… Continue reading Ray Bradbury
The Leaving My father said I could not do it, but all night I picked the peaches. The orchard was still, the canals ran steadily. I was a girl then, my chest its own walled garden. How many ladders to gather an orchard? I had only one and a long patience with lit hands and… Continue reading Brigit Pegeen Kelly
Summertime is always the best of what might be. ― Charles Bowden